The Governor had his secretary call me and asked me to see him when he returns from a very important visit to someplace she couldn't say. She said about six to eight weeks. Funny his term is up about then, but never mind I feel I'm on a winner.

That gave me the impetus to turn in fine form on MY blog this morning giving those mainlanders the full force of adhomenim from my tricycle.

To celebrate I went to the markets this afternoon and got myself a nice bit of smoked herring in oil, a lovely ruby color, and just as I was cooking it up my wife called me to into the scullery where we keep the TV and showed me a new show. It's called Big Love and it's all about the Mormons. She said Mitt Romney is on it and the lead actor just looks like him but I think Mitt looks older.

Anyway she said Tuesday was having an affair with her husband on Thursday and Thursday not to mention Wednesday and Friday were a bit pissed.

Women are funny because I said I don't know how a guy his age could do Tuesday,Wednesday,Thursday and Friday and still keep the rest of the week happy without assistance and she said Why don't you talk to the chief of Police! and stormed out.

Although the odds are low, I managed to find some loathsome taint here. Things were so much better on the mainland, sometimes, for at least the taints were far less loathsome there. These islands of functionality, bring us to the most credible inference of design. Namely, the Designer (blessings be upon him) has placed me here and I must do his will.

After all, complex, multi-part function depends on having several well-matched, correctly aligned and “wired together” parts that work together to carry out an overall task, i.e. we see apparently purposeful matching and organisation of multiple parts into a whole that carries out what seems to be a goal.

F/N=> 1 thus I am here on Divine provenance, to keep my divine foot in the door. This much is known simply by reading Wicken (1979), something which the evomats steadfastly refuse to do. bydand

F/N=> 2 Consequently, the normal expectation is that complex, multi-part functionality will come in isolated islands. Like this island, despite the recurring constitutional crisis that recurs around the loathsome constitution of this rock. So also, those who wish to assert an “exception” for biological functions like the taint, will need to empirically warrant their claims. Show us, in short. Show us your taint, so that we may know it, and determine to our own warrant and credible inference beyond 500 bits that it is indeed loathsome.

F/N => 3 In cases where the function in question (the use of the taint) has an irreducible (and irresistible, dear diary) core of necessary parts, it is often suggested that something that may have had another purpose may simply find itself duplicated or fall out of use, then fit in with a new use. “Simple.” And here begins the keen observer to notice the smoky film of rhetoric alighting the ad homo and them oil to incendiary straw man alinskyite deny distort deflect tactics.

PS: I am facing a security headache, so this post was completed on a coconut shell. the police chief is looking better than ever, just now. as a main OS . . . i wonder if he would like to look at some of the filth that i have collected from the evomat child pornographers, to evaluate my forensic acumen and aesthetic

--------------You're obviously illiterate as hell. Peach, bro.-FtK

Finding something hard to believe based on the evidence, is science.-JoeG

i was persuing an evomat fever swamp and i discovered that i had been slandered without my consent, thus i was compelled to google for "tunie". i shall never view the "Law and Order" again thanks to a certain disgusting purveyor of filth that led me to certain .jpg files of "Devils Advocate". Bydand!

I was forced to unlatch Mr. Leathers from his secret hiding place, far from the roving eyes of Mrs. Gordon Mullings and just within eyeshot of the captain of the police of manjack heights in this dear rock Montserrat. I do believe that they named this neighborhood after the designer.

f/n 1=> mr leathers offers the corrective note that no others can provide

f/n 2=> joe has and will taste again the corrective notes played on mr leathers

f/n 3=> i am bored on this rock and i sometimes dream of visiting las vegas and entering a competition. you know i could win

BYDAND!

--------------You're obviously illiterate as hell. Peach, bro.-FtK

Finding something hard to believe based on the evidence, is science.-JoeG

Dear diary, I have some revealing admissions to make, For Diary Record, although in doing so I will be testifying against self-interest. Luckily, no one but I will ever see this diary entry:

I am a willful liar, a profound failure, a paranoid coward, a two-faced slanderer, a despicable sinner, and a power seeking charlatan. I am ridden with a mixture of amorality, immorality, and a dash of guilt and I selfishly take it all out on others to try to make myself feel like a feared, perfect, guiltless, all-powerful God. When I let my guard down and any guilty feelings rise to the surface I realise that it is actually myself that I despise, but then I quickly bury that guilt and that realisation under a massive mountain of deluded selfishness.

All of my dishonest, accusatory, sanctimonious, hypocritical tirades are a deliberate attempt on my part to justify my own evil thoughts and acts and to ignore my personal responsibility and self-hatred.

It is much easier and far more self-righteously satisfying to attack and demonize others than to accept and admit responsibility for my own wicked thoughts and behavior, and to correct my failures and wickedness would be too much work and would require sanity and a conscience that is much, much stronger than mine, so I will continue to be as tyrannical a person as I have been.

Yes, it is sad and I'm told that I should do better, but why? After all, arrogantly attacking others because of my own failures and wickedness is the only way that I can feel superior and at least temporarily obscure my self-hatred. Pretending to be God or a special messenger from God has its benefits, even though any benefits are merely self-serving delusions.

Now, I must get back to demonizing evolutionary materialists, atheists, and others who dare to disagree with me. Bydand!

GEM of TKI

End.

P.S. Get on your knees and worship me, evomats!

--------------Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. - Jesus in Matthew 10:34

But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them, bring hither, and slay them before me. -Jesus in Luke 19:27

Dear Diary.It was a slow day at the race track today beetlebaum brought up the rear as usual and Joe rang me asking for a reference for his dentist. Since when do white guys need a reference for a dentist? Never mind, that prick Nick frikking Matski not content single handedly eviscerating ID at Dover is adhomingherring my oily blog and I'm not happy. I will be using the final solution for that Jew, censorship then gas.Fuck him.F/N He will blame Hitler of course, they always do.Pppppps. I think I'll visit Magenta tomorrow she was saying it has been a slow week too. God she could suck the gilt off of a gold crusifix.

--------------"But it's disturbing to think someone actually thinks creationism -- having put it's hand on the hot stove every day for the last 400 years -- will get a different result tomorrow." -- midwifetoad

Have clarified why Joe's dentist is asking for a reference. Joe is taking up a special offer of a crown, two root canals and a federal law suit. His dentist wants confirmation that Joe isn't a Canadian black UN helicopter operative.

Being a good Christian man I've volunteered to teach basic math after Sunday school so I can tell everyone what a good Christian I am.

Boy do they teach some zingers these days.

First question : what is 6 +3 ?

Well, there may be 10^4 6s in the observable universe, but what are the odds that some have 3s by chance? There are 7/1 Wednesdays per week cycle, to the power of Greyskull, a cosmic needle in a haystack, if that's what it is see Plato's cave. ermmm... entropy increases... uh... minus log 2 or something...Duppy goes boo... and...

6 + 3 = Jesus!

Miss Shannon, the teacher then had the nerve to try and correct me!:

MS: can you tell the class the answer?KF: Jesus.MS: LOL. No, really.KF: Jesus, REALLY.MS: It's 9.KF:No it isn'tMS: Yes it is. look at it another way, what's 9-3?KF: typical turnabout strategy that is so telling. Must do better.